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UFO Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Fre$h Jack$on
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: Darryus Jackson




Fre$h Jack$on - UFO Freestyle Lyrics
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I was down bad, now I'm back on my shit
They was talkin' down, now they back on my dick
I can call up Loc if I ever need a switch
I'ma get me some money, I ain't never need a bitch
This a UFO, you ain't never seen this
Watch i get in my bag, make em hate me like Chris
Heard the nigga trap, but he ain't got no licks
How you a shooter, you ain't got no sticks
If he want smoke, let him know I be lit
Know Nina who I'm with, keep the flame like a bic
I been on Za, know I'm higher than a bitch
Dollars sign my fresh, I be flyer than a bitch
I ain't wearin' no Hanes, Ethikas on my dick
I ain't playin' no games, like I broke my wrist
Really want it all, I ain't leavin' them shit
Strapped up with my dawgs, got me feelin' like Wick Bitch
Bet they won't take the shit farther than I go
Touch me, I'll turn Sowell Road to Chicago
Got a magazine filled up with nothing but hollows
I got shells for the beef so we can make a taco
Yeah, shout out my nigga Taco
Free Bear, he was thinkin' he was Pablo
I was tryin' to make sure we all go
But I can get you stepped on like a cockroach
Hold on, I'm bout to hit the turbo
Know that I'm a G and they ain't never seen Herbo
Throw me in the woods, bet I come out with a fur coat
I'm a real stepper might end up wit turf toe
You know I be goin' dumb, ho
You ain't tryin' to f*ck, tell me what you really come for
You can bring a friend, baby, that's a combo
I'm the one ho, head huncho
Yeah, I probably need to slow it down
I'll blow it, yeah, they know it now
Say it's up, then it's goin' down
Catch him out of bounds, now he lost and found
Nobody know where he at
He was talkin' too much, now a hole in his hat
He was mad cause Fresh hit his hoe from the back
Scream 1700, niggas know where I'm at
Now I'm at they neck, I ain't leavin' no slack
They gon' hit me like Fresh, why you leave me like that
Bitch, call me broke, now I'm all in my bag
Ain't never been broke, bitch, must've been mad
Now I show my ass, ain't even got a sag
Keep Nina on my side with a extra lil' mag
I don't need features, these niggas be trash
Solo when I slide, these nigga won't blast
Keep ya mouth closed
Ion f*ck with these niggas, they gossip like hoes
I like my bitch pretty, neat with white toes
Good head on her shoulders
And a couple life goals
I can never tell what I know
Leave a nigga missing, now he nailed to the pole
Won't let him go unless he sell me his soul
Can't believe he gone, but he really told me he told
Fresh
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I was down bad, now I'm back on my shit
They was talkin' down, now they back on my dick
I can call up Loc if I ever need a switch
I'ma get me some money, I ain't never need a bitch
This a UFO, you ain't never seen this
Watch i get in my bag, make em hate me like Chris
Heard the nigga trap, but he ain't got no licks
How you a shooter, you ain't got no sticks
If he want smoke, let him know I be lit
Know Nina who I'm with, keep the flame like a bic
I been on Za, know I'm higher than a bitch
Dollars sign my fresh, I be flyer than a bitch
I ain't wearin' no Hanes, Ethikas on my dick
I ain't playin' no games, like I broke my wrist
Really want it all, I ain't leavin' them shit
Strapped up with my dawgs, got me feelin' like Wick Bitch
Bet they won't take the shit farther than I go
Touch me, I'll turn Sowell Road to Chicago
Got a magazine filled up with nothing but hollows
I got shells for the beef so we can make a taco
Yeah, shout out my nigga Taco
Free Bear, he was thinkin' he was Pablo
I was tryin' to make sure we all go
But I can get you stepped on like a cockroach
Hold on, I'm bout to hit the turbo
Know that I'm a G and they ain't never seen Herbo
Throw me in the woods, bet I come out with a fur coat
I'm a real stepper might end up wit turf toe
You know I be goin' dumb, ho
You ain't tryin' to f*ck, tell me what you really come for
You can bring a friend, baby, that's a combo
I'm the one ho, head huncho
Yeah, I probably need to slow it down
I'll blow it, yeah, they know it now
Say it's up, then it's goin' down
Catch him out of bounds, now he lost and found
Nobody know where he at
He was talkin' too much, now a hole in his hat
He was mad cause Fresh hit his hoe from the back
Scream 1700, niggas know where I'm at
Now I'm at they neck, I ain't leavin' no slack
They gon' hit me like Fresh, why you leave me like that
Bitch, call me broke, now I'm all in my bag
Ain't never been broke, bitch, must've been mad
Now I show my ass, ain't even got a sag
Keep Nina on my side with a extra lil' mag
I don't need features, these niggas be trash
Solo when I slide, these nigga won't blast
Keep ya mouth closed
Ion f*ck with these niggas, they gossip like hoes
I like my bitch pretty, neat with white toes
Good head on her shoulders
And a couple life goals
I can never tell what I know
Leave a nigga missing, now he nailed to the pole
Won't let him go unless he sell me his soul
Can't believe he gone, but he really told me he told
Fresh
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Writer: Darryus Jackson
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